Wedding Season

Matt is heading down to Tijuana Mexico for three weeks to work with a church, Centro Shalom with three other girls from church. I’m going to miss him desperately it will be the longest we’ve been apart since we’ve been married, but thanks to technology and my hubby who actually understands how to utilize it, a Mexico SIM card and International Phone Card have been ordered so we will be able to keep in close contact.
We are traveling tomorrow to celebrate another new marriage! I hold a much greater appreciation for weddings since my own. Before I experienced marriage and truly observed timeless marriages I would go to a wedding as one would attend a party. I’d enjoy the location and the food, I would visit with friends, I’d take in the number of bridemaids and their dress choices, I doted on how gorgeous the bride was and how proud and busting the groom was. I’d snap photos, I’d keep the napkin. I would go home with warm fuzzies, dreaming of my own special, sparkling day in a white dress (side note, my wedding day was indeed sparkling at 7°F microscopic ice crystals had frozen in the air called diamond dust)

But it wasn’t until I experienced this phenomenon, this sense, this confusion, this longing that made Matt more than just another friend or human that I hold close, as almost an extension of myself. Two became one. And that process continues and continues, it never ceases or finishes its continuous if the couple still pursue it.

I am confident in this, I’ve studied it at work. My subjects in this research include but are not limited to my residents who, after living 60+ years together in healthy marriage  are so grown together, so inseparable, so melded and soldered together so one. These couples, these two people, it’s almost as literally as if two elements blended together form a compound, and this compound naturally is much more stable together than apart (side note: this statement sums up 5 semesters of my chemistry knowledge). And as beautiful and ancient as this love and connection is I cannot even begin to fathom what it feels like to lose that person you’ve developed into, it must be like death, you die, in so many ways you die, in some ways much worse than death. It is as if a person was physically ripped apart in some abhorrent medieval torture device and left as a half with half a body of scars to live out your days with. It is the single most heart wrenching thing I observe at work. Yet it’s a beautiful thing to

A marriage relationship must be the single most important relationship a human could ever hope to have. Of course this statement comes from someone who doesn’t have children, I may come to recant this… but it’s nonetheless a powerful and deeply spiritual.

So this is why I like to go to weddings, I like to go and witness the beginning of a sacred covenant between man, woman and God. I like to see the bride look at her groom and say true beautiful vows to him that last a lifetime. I like to see the groom gaze at his bride and vow to protect her and love her till death do they part. I like to see this and remember this and as I watch I think of Matt and I and our marriage, and it reminds me of the sacredness of those vows we once said, and it reminds me to daily live in accordance to those vows.

So yup, that is pretty much it. I’m pretty stoked, should be an awesome time!!!

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One Comment on “Wedding Season”

  1. Sarah says:

    Wow, that made me cry. I don’t know how you do your job day in and day out. I work with children, so young and full of potential. While a great many of them live in poverty and deal with loss, thinking about the loss of a spouse knocks the wind out of me. The chemical compound image was powerful for me. I’m glad that they have a funny little “skirt” running around and providing positive light in their lives that are often so dark. And, selfishly, I’m glad that I’ll have you there when Tyler and I have our ceremony. I love you friend.


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